Option c seems far and away the best. The reason I browse certain communities over others comes down to admin moderation. Certain instances have stricter admin control and seek to influence political dialogue one way or another. I just don’t want to get banned again for posting the word “tankie” when it’s entirely relevant to the discussion at hand.
Not sure if you’re aware of what happened to .world for a few months. If you decide to ascribe any political philosophy or moderation ethics to sublinks, it may be worth checking out the attack vectors used over there. Optimizing sql lookups extendedly occupied the .world admins so you’re already a bit ahead of the curve there.
The words of one to be cowed by their malignantly depressed, cherubic god.
24 seems a decent time. Returning to the brain plasticity of a 4 year old with all of the memories and knowledge of a 24 year old would produce a horrific intellect and potential. Society would leap forward in any task you decide to advance. The indescribable isolation may well be the only issue, but piles of money heal many forms of hurt. See: Magic Johnson
Or just say “macOS master race” anywhere.
I’m curious about the resources required to federate with threads. It would utterly dwarf every other instance in every capacity, 1000fold. Wouldn’t this put a fair bit of financial pressure on every federated instance?
It may have changed in the last few months, but I specifically recall seeing hexbear user comments on lemmy.ml posts well over a month after the one-sided defederation while on my sh.itjust.works account. I checked from at least 3 separate instances, lemm.ee, .world, and .works, as it was more than a little confusing for me. That’s also how I learned about spotty comment federation.
If A, B, and C are federated and A defederates B and B does not defederate A, then it would look like this. A>B=C
A cannot see B, B can see A through C, and C can interact with both. Comment federation when B comments on A can be a bit spotty, from what I’ve seen.
And the award for the most endearing headline ever written goes to…
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All else aside, I’m envious of his aim. I would not risk the pink eye if it were my sphincter on the firing line.
I’m stealing within the first day, pulling off the most ridiculously elaborate pranks within the week, and suicidally bored once the dopamine kick is killed after a month of world-befuddling shenanigans that will hopefully destroy even the conceptual understanding of bureaucracy. Loathe me some bureaucracy.
“Laundry stripping is a soaking process where you’re removing the built-up residue: excess laundry detergent, fabric softener, body oils, hard-water minerals… It’s something you do on towels that are already clean, not dirty.”
“Fill a bathtub with hot water and add a quarter-cup of borax, a quarter-cup of washing soda (a.k.a. sodium carbonate) and a half-cup of detergent. Soak clean towels until the water cools (at least an hour), stirring occasionally. Then run the linens through the rinse cycle in your washing machine and dry them. Make sure to do this separately for lights and darks.”
“Add an optional one to two small boxes of baking soda (especially if you have hard water) to soften and deodorize fabrics. You can also add more borax — up to a cup — if the laundry is moldy or musty.”
Just to add to the answers here, remember to strip your towels once a year. That funky smell when they’re dry may be your delicious human oils penetrating deep and impregnating the fibers. Sebum rots and goes rancid, producing that musty closet smell.
Dunno about anyone else, but I really don’t feel much besides an emotional connection until the O. My vocal involvement is brief.
In practical terms, they would have to live either underwater or underground for the real estate. Underwater, it would either be some variety of octopus, which we would make an enemy of almost immediately, or a cetacean, which would be poached to extinction within a few years. Leave the octopus alone, approach the mammal and advise them to swim the fuck away. Quickly. I’m not sure what might be stewing underground and I’m not sure I’d want to know.
To be able to convince anyone of anything, without reservations, whenever I choose
That I can never be forcefully contained within any construct or vessel, allowing me to leave whenever I like and return as I please.
Become a genie
Iunno, whatever I feel like convincing the first person to rub my completely voluntary lamp to wish for.
May your sister experience an unwanted pregnancy in the Deep South, my friend.
I remember 2016 and the dialogue around the election fairly well, and this feels nostalgic. “Maybe he won’t be so bad”* is coming after trump is elected.
*Editors note: he will be
The Kbin dev.